Hallowe'en

[inanhour]

The Sebastian who enters the bar is dressed in plain black -- for a step.

Then he startles, his clothing completely replaced by a suit of Messaline finery, like he wore once. Mayhap the same suit, even, though logic dictates otherwise.

The whole room is done in finery, mostly of a kind he has not seen, and there's laughter, and plates set out with foods, and --

"I've no stomach for it," Sebastian murmurs. He acquires a wineskin, and goes to explore this outdoors he has heard of.

A few steps out into the mid-afternoon, he catches the scent of the sea. Giving the lake a considered stare, he turns and instead heads to the relative safety of the trees.

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[livinginmyglass]

Viola is not amused.

Stepping into the bar, she found herself abruptly dressed not in Orsino's livery, but a rather nice gown-- not quite like any she used to own, but not far from in, in the sorts of browns and blues she favored. Favors? Oh, she hardly knows anymore. But for now, she's in a dress, with a cap disguising her short hair, though at least Bar was kind enough to also provide a mask, so that she can go relatively unnoticed.

The mask is pushed up and away for now, however, for she has wandered off towards the woods. Even if no one can recognize her, it still feels too strange to be seen this way.